I leave my glom anger to the side lines and allow my brother time. I only wish I could have had the same reunion with my dad. Instead I was sent on a wild goose chase to find my brother.
When they finally part, I walk past my mum. I do not want to speak to her right now. When did she regret her actions? On the night I sailed away, or the night before I was meant to get married. A kaleidoscope of colours fill my brain, until I can no longer speak.
‘You’re angry, I understand why.’
I turned back to face her, my eyes felt like they were burning out of their sockets. ‘Do you. All this fancy dress and for what, to bring us together as a family. To show me what I’ve missed all these years.’
‘It isn’t her fault,’ Harry says. ‘You need to let her explain why.’
‘She’s a witch, with all the spells under her belt, yet she chose to wait until our father was dead to bring you back.’
‘I need to explain, but you need to calm down first.’
‘No, now mother!’
Harry held our mum’s hand, and reached out for mine. ‘Let her explain.’ His tone was gentle, and nothing like the pirate I met all those days ago. ‘Bethany, there was a good reason and we need to listen to her . . . please Beth.’
‘Why do I not know what you both seem to understand?’ I say, my temper quietening a little.
‘You were too young to remember. It was better to keep you safe.’
‘But why not bring Harry with me?’
‘Because there was a chance the spell wouldn’t work. When your father and I took the treasure from the island, it caused a curse to befall the ship. The only way to stop it was to separate. Then you ran away, and I had no way to protect you.’
‘So now you remember?’ I ask Harry.
‘Only a little, but I remember the skies going dark, and our father close to death. It was only from a spell from Mum that saved us all. I didn’t realise she would take our memories, but I have them back now.’
So, if you’re right, aren’t we still in danger?’